a_new Lialei There was a land overcome with energies... some sprite and wanton, some aggressive, oppressive, overbearing The fewest it seemed of a gentleness, witnessing quietly all unseen. In this land lived a gentle man, who keen of hearing and seeing, felt the energies tangle in herds all around him, spreading forth over the soft earth and overcome. Each day at twilight he lifted his heart to the stars, seeing them again anew in their glory and empty the crowded vessel of his spirit. Throughout the days, the freer his spirit, the more crowding, louder, more oppressive the energies became than the day before... Until at times he succumbed to the overwhelming forces, the pale voice of his spirit collapsing in exhaustion. At times, allowing the rash energies to shake his body entirely in their miserable jerking rhythms. Yet somehow, strange even to his self how the heavy shaking in itself alighted... each next golden morn, he would find himself bare as just born, stepping upon the rustic road that weaves beyond the horizon once again. 101208 ... dafremen This made me weep. I know this person. 140531 ... flowerock Pillow_Mountain this lovely poem/story reminds me of this book. The author is much like the man in this syory here. In tune, kind, open, a child servant of the earth and human experience. I recomend it if you can find it. 140531 ... Flowerock Pillow Mountain: Notes on Inhabiting a Living Planet. By Michael_Bridge supposedly you can read or buy it here: http://www.jstor.org/discover/10.2307/20719374?uid=3739560&uid=2460338175&uid=2460337855&uid=2&uid=4&uid=83&uid=63&uid=3739256&sid=21104241724923 I have nottried the site but the paper copy is adorable and the words are beautiful and cute! 140531 what's it to you? who go blather from